The sound ca to an abrupt halt.
Because Beichuan Si actually grabbed its foot with one hand and then forcefully twisted his wrist.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The spectral clown’s two-ter-tall body was smashed back and forth by Beichuan Si.
The walls.
The floor.
Even the ceiling above was covered with its black liquid.
The ghost’s entire body shook with rage, but what it couldn’t stop was the fear in its heart.
Under the attacks from Beichuan Si, its previously substantial grudge had begun to permanently dissipate.
When those grudges completely vanished—
The spectral clown dared not continue thinking about it.
It would die!
It would absolutely dissolve completely from this world!
But it couldn’t resist Beichuan Si at all!
The jet-black gas emanating from this guy was as if it were born to restrain it. As soon as Beichuan Si got a hold of it, it could no longer move, let alone fight back.
With this thought, the spectral clown suddenly thought of sothing—
Its body condensed back into a solid form, and as Beichuan Si charged again, it scread in fear, "Wait! Don’t you care about the main personality’s life or death?"
Beichuan Si halted his footsteps.
It worked!
The spectral clown’s heart leaped with joy, and its entire ghostly body took two steps back.
As long as it ostensibly threatened Beichuan Si with the issue of the main personality, then Beichuan Si would naturally hesitate due to not wanting to harm the host, and while Beichuan Si was hesitating, it could slip back into the walls, take over the entire spiritual realm again, and drive Beichuan Si out of this place.
Its little scheming was rattling loudly in its head, just as it was about to continue speaking—
The familiar sensation of being airborne ca.
The spectral clown felt its Spiritual Body dissipating and was suddenly smashed hard onto the solid ground.
"The main personality you’re talking about has nothing to do with ," Beichuan Si lifted his hand, dragging the spectral clown to smash it against the wall: "Although that main personality may still hold so good spirits, the fact that you were born from him is also true."
Beichuan Si paused in his tone, flipped his hand, and tore off the spectral clown’s entire thigh, continuing to speak expressionlessly: "At the end of the day, you are also another him, it’s only natural for him to pay for the wrongdoings he committed."
Yes.
The survival of Shikizaki Haru ultimately had nothing to do with Beichuan Si.
Since all of this was caused by the evil thoughts in his own mind, he must accept the wrongdoings he had done.
Beichuan Si was even less likely to spare the spectral clown in order to save him.
Especially since the intelligence level of this spectral clown was very high; who knows, it might still be scheming sothing.
But even if it was scheming somthing, it was useless now.
This room was already covered by Beichuan Si’s gas of death, and it was impossible for the other party to dive into the walls.
However, there’s always an exception, so Beichuan Si couldn’t be bothered to listen to its nonsense.
Grudge stirred once more.
This ti, the spectral clown struggled with all its might to gather its form together again, and this ti, as Beichuan Si charged forward, it already scread out: "If this continues, the main personality will die!"
"Leaving this sea of suffering early is also a good thing for him," Beichuan Si’s gas of death ford into a broad axe blade, smashing into the spectral clown’s waist.
Due to being scattered and gathered multiple tis, its grudges had beco very thin, and this blow directly severed its waist, spewing its various internal contents like an exploding tomato.
The spectral clown was truly frightened.
If this continued, it would really disappear.
At the hands of this expressionless man...
It gathered together again, its entire Spiritual Body quickly drifting towards the apartnt door.
The outside was a chilly corridor, but it seed like hope to it.
Just a little more! Just a tiny bit more!
Snap—
Its hair was tugged on.
It looked back in horror.
Unknown when, the stark black gas had turned into the deepest darkness, enveloping the entryway completely.
It flailed its hands wildly, its sharp nails digging into the wooden floor, disregarding the encroachnt of death’s aura as it cried out in pain.
The clown wraith’s enormous spiritual body struggled frenetically, its remnants being dragged step by step into the darkness.
Screams conglorated into one mass!
The chilling shadows clung to the corners, trembling all over.
The spirits of the dead in the spiritual realm hid away, leaving no trace.
The pale ghostly hands slipped into the deep corners, never willing to co out again.
Monts later—
An axe blade fell, silencing the screams, followed by the sound of the spiritual body crashing down heavily.
...
The dark resentnt dispersed like streaks of blood, and Beichuan Si let go of the death aura fire axe in his hand, turning to look towards the corner.
In the corner of the room, Shenzhu Shihui had already started playing a ga of ’draw the turtle’ with Nishijou Kurenai.
It seed that knowing the clown wraith was no match for Beichuan Si, the two didn’t take it too seriously.
Upon seeing Beichuan Si look over, Nishijou Kurenai imdiately threw her paper cards—crafted from good thoughts—to one side and leapt onto Beichuan Si’s shoulders.
Her round arms wrapped around his neck as her little doll face rubbed against his.
"Looks like this matter is almost settled," Beichuan Si prodded Nishijou Kurenai’s head, then turned back to Shenzhu Shihui.
"Do you always exorcise spirits like this?" Shenzhu Shihui’s mouth twitched.
This was her first ti seeing Beichuan Si take on a spirit formally, and his actions completely overturned her understanding of ’exorcising spirits’.
But it had to be said, Beichuan Si was very powerful, and his actions were quick, having resolved everything within forty-five minutes of entering the spiritual realm.
Beichuan Si shook his head, his tone unusually calm, "It was too resilient; it’s not usually like this."
The clown wraith was indeed a bit more resilient than an average dium-level spirit, which was beyond Beichuan Si’s expectations.
A typical dium-level ghost could manage about seven or eight regroupings, but the clown wraith had persisted more than a dozen tis, at least.
And that was with Jian Ding being used by Beichuan Si.
However, the outco was good.
After a fierce struggle, Beichuan Si had won with difficulty, eradicating it completely from this world.
Of course, dwelling on things that were already done was now aningless; what was more crucial was—
Beichuan Si turned to look at another soul wrapped in black qi.
It was a man kneeling on the ground, his face slightly illusory.
"Shikizaki Haru."
Perhaps this was the main personality referred to by the clown.
He had been locked within his body by the clown personality, only revealing himself after the clown disappeared.
Shikizaki Haru was not a good spirit but a wandering soul.
The nature of wandering souls had already been explained earlier.
Neither benevolent nor malevolent, those in a relatively neutral state are wandering souls.
Yet most wandering souls, unlike spirits of resentnt, don’t linger before vanishing and typically don’t harm the living.
After all, these wandering souls don’t carry strong obsessions.
But sothing about Shikizaki Haru was not right. His spiritual body was extrely weak, as if it might disappear at any mont, and although it wasn’t obvious, his spiritual body was also faintly wrapped in obsessions.
Beichuan Si walked up to Shikizaki Haru.
Seemingly drawn by Beichuan Si’s presence, Shikizaki Haru lifted his head.
Confusion filled his eyes as he looked at Beichuan Si for a long ti before finally mumbling,
"Am I... about to disappear? Sir?"
"Yes," Beichuan Si nodded.
Shikizaki Haru’s form was transparent, visibly tending toward dissolution.
And even if Beichuan Si were to extend his life, it wouldn’t be of much use.
His possession was scant yet stubborn, likely the obsession left in his heart after the clown personality had killed.
If that obsession was allowed to continue growing—
Shikizaki Haru would rely beco a new spirit of resentnt.
Once he transford into that, he would begin to kill indiscriminately once again.
Thus, prolonging his life was pointless.
Looking at Beichuan Si’s calm deanor, Shikizaki Haru, for so reason, felt a sense of peace as well.
He showed a strained smile and spoke slowly, "Could I ask you for a favor, sir?"
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